TODAY I’VE been thinking about the night I decided on a whim to start my Twitter account. I didn’t know why I was doing it at first, but I quickly became connected to this community of authors, and suddenly I had access to one big ongoing conversation about books and writing.
This was brand new to me, the chance to wander through a community of people who share this undying passion. Within days I met WB Welch, and she and I realized we not only share a love of writing but we’d both developed the exact same vision for our potential careers. Same dream, same determination. In my personal life, I don’t know any other dedicated writers. I’ve been starved for this kind of friendship for years–not just with WB but all the writers I’ve met since I rolled over in bed and downloaded the Twitter app back in December.
Today marks four months since the release of WB’s short story collection Blood Drops, which I initially won in a giveaway and with which I instantly fell in love. To celebrate, she’s made her book available for free on Amazon.
If you haven’t read it, you should. I haven’t been shouting from the rooftops about this collection for no reason. She is a brilliant writer, and one day soon when her novel is on bookshelves across the world, everyone’s going to know that.
I’m lucky that I have the opportunity to co-write and publish this upcoming–and currently untitled–zombie novella with WB. I get to cling to her reader base and gain instant exposure for my own writing. It’s kind of funny. Four months ago she and I were complete strangers. Now we’re co-authors who run an editing service together. Isn’t the internet weird?
I’m also lucky that I get to sit here at my laptop and do nothing but read and critique manuscripts, synopses, query letters, book blurbs, and tweet pitches all day, every day. For years I’ve wanted to work in the realm of books, and now, somehow, it’s happened. I don’t really know how. A lot of dumb luck, I guess. It’s scary to think about how easily all this might not have happened.
Thank you to everyone who brings me work, engages with my tweets, enters my giveaways, hangs out with me on Twitter, puts up with my frantic tweeting, or simply offers an encouraging thought. I’m living a dream over here, and I’ll never feel like I deserve it.